Wu-Tang Clan The Monument (Feat. Busta Rhymes) Lyrics

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah yeah now, what the f___ now?
Flipmode Wu-Tang s___, what the f___ now?
Yeah yeah yeah..
Historical and monumental s___
What the f___ now? Yeah, yeah, yeah

Straight smack a n____ right in the face like this was handball
Or make a mural out his face up on a d___ wall
n____z play hard and s___; if you know what's best for you
y'all n____z better safeguard your s___
Even though we rep brass knuckle rap
f___ with street geniuses and bowlegged chicks who walk with a gap
Street n____z now the corporate boss
Still go to y'all resteraunt for steamed fish and Irish moss
And y-yo, the way we do it and you see how my s___ bomb
Your whole show wack and I'ma cancel your sitcom
f___ a n____ broad 'til she tired and real calm
You ain't knowin my name tattoed on your b____ arm
The way we blow s___ is a shame
Casually bust my gun and celebrate bustin a cork on the champagne
Wrote you with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of n____z
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, NOW!

[Raekwon the Chef]
Check out the light fixture, freak lines like white b____es
Let the mic lines - hang that slang is ridiculous
Emperor of warlords, big gun only f___ with sawed-offs
That's my specialty, more to bust
Shot out my bed parrot keep it gangster Lord
I a___yze your work those that got merked were not established
Texture look classy, arm baby 2000 raspberry
S-5, blowin through Asbury
Soon to own steakhouses, glowin like makeover thousand
Them them n____z, robbin from Pinkhouse's
Show and prove, knockin off cab drivers
God, sodomize money, ring two hundred thousand
See the color of the carved out Wu emblem
Baby, it's all designers, tailor-made Wu gooses
Limousine, automatic new uzi's in 'em yo
Relax, cousin just cruise through, jewels with him

[GZA]
Move up the block, giant box blast my song
Non-stop strictly hip-hop, march on
Doo-rag hang long, metal tape is high-bias
Graphics, captured with the colorful, iris
I zoom in, while the listeners tune in
Some a__umin they paid dues and joined the union
Lost n____ couldn't rumble in this wild jungle
Quick to crumble, type to be on the stand and fumble
Divine Master, threw on the track that made 'em bleed
He produce at unattainable rains of top speed
This powerful magnet, that left 'em stagnant
was unlikely in cameras in larger fragments
Un-filled rifle, scout sniper, shots precise
Starlight scope, with the night vision device
Splendid marksman, that'll shoot the one off the dice
Split a grain of rice, in one shot we kill 'em twice
[*GUNBLAST*]